Page 55 of The Love Language of the Cartel

Demi pushed herself up to her elbows, noticeably breathless. “You know what? I never would’ve pictured you as the chatty type.”

I locked eyes with her and then burst out laughing before our lips found each other again as my hands skimmed her body.

Demi pulled her top over her head and tried to toss it, but it hit me in the face.

I swiped it off my face. “Stay still and keep your mouth shut since you don’t wanna talk.”

“What?” she protested.

“Shut!” I said.

“But—” Before she could finish, my lips were already on her hard nipple, suckling on it like a hungry newborn while massaging her other breast.

She sucked her teeth. “Can’t guarantee you that doing that will make me be quiet.”

I bit gently on her nipple.

She winced. “Okay. Okay. I’ll try.”

While I kissed, licked, and gently bit on Demi’s mouthwatering breasts and nipples, one of my hands found its way underneath her skirt.

Demi lifted her hips while I pushed her panties to the side, then I undid my pants. I slipped out of them and tossed them to the side, grateful for the privilege of having a private jet and a staff that minded their fucking business. I tugged on the delicate fabric of her panties, and they ripped. I stared at her with hooded eyes and held out a hand. “Come with me.”

She stopped moving. “We’re twenty thousand feet in the air. Where exactly would we be going?”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I stood, lifted Demi, and carried her to the king-size bed inside the private bedroom. I didn’t bother giving her a chance to settle or say another word. I slid into her, filling her up.

“Fuck,” I groaned in her ear, feeling her walls clamp my dick. “Your pussy remembers me.”

A moan slipped from Demi’s lips as her back arched, taking me all in. Her lids were slammed shut, probably unable to believe she was about to become a member of the Mile High Club.

I started fast with almost desperation, like I couldn’t get enough of her, and from the sounds of her desire-filled purrs, she didn’t mind a bit. Then, I slowed the pace and made her beg.

“Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”

Instead of responding, I flipped us over so she was on top of me.

“Take all this dick, Demi,” I said, lifting her so she felt every pulsating inch. “Ride it.”

She looked down at me as I thrust myself up inside her so far that her head kicked back. She had to grab onto my shoulders for leverage. My hands were on her hips as I lifted and pushed and pulled until we found our rhythm. When we did, I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. Demi was so beautiful, so sexy, so everything and more. She let go and completely lost control until we were both dripping in sweat.

I smacked her ass as her hips bucked forward. “Say my name,” I mumbled before flicking my tongue against her bouncing nipple.

“Fuck, Ozias!”

She rode me hard until my toes curled. My body shook as chills ran up and down my spine. I was close. I could feel it.

“Mmm shit, Demi.” I growled against her dewy brown skin. I wasn’t ready to cum yet, I wanted to taste her.

I quickly lifted her off my dick and leaned back against the bed so that she could ride my face. I’d probably never seen Heaven’s gates, but if it didn’t feel like what I felt between Demi’s thighs, I didn’t want to.

Her round ass was in my palms, and her thighs were wrapped around my neck like a bowtie.

Demi wound her hips as she looked down at me, watching me strum her clit.

She moaned. “Suck my fuckin’ clit, papi. Suck it hard.”

I obliged her, focused and mesmerized by her pleasure. I slid a finger inside her while my tongue spelled out my secrets into her folds.

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